Read the poem: “Mahmood The Image-Breaker”

by James Russell Lowell

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Old events have modern meanings; only that survives
Of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.

Mahmood once, the idol-breaker, spreader of the Faith,
Was at Sumnat tempted sorely, as the legend saith.

In the great pagoda’s centre, monstrous and abhorred,
Granite on a throne of granite, sat the temple’s lord,

Mahmood paused a moment, silenced by the silent face
That, with eyes of stone unwavering, awed the ancient place.

Then the Brahmins knelt before him, by his doubt made bold,
Pledging for their idol’s ransom countless gems and gold.

Gold was yellow dirt to Mahmood, but of precious use,
Since from it the roots of power suck a potent juice.

‘Were yon stone alone in question, this would please me well,’
Mahmood said; ‘but, with the block there, I my truth must sell.

‘Wealth and rule slip down with Fortune, as her wheel turns round;
He who keeps his faith, he only cannot be discrowned.

‘Little were a change of station, loss of life or crown,
But the wreck were past retrieving if the Man fell down.’

So his iron mace he lifted, smote with might and main,
And the idol, on the pavement tumbling, burst in twain.

Luck obeys the downright striker; from the hollow core,
Fifty times the Brahmins’ offer deluged all the floor.

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